// The Old Romantic...

"Well, I'll tell you, Tom, that might work for you and your wife. But here's what I like to do."

"Every morning, when she's just waking up, I crawl through the blankets of our great big bed, to come up on my sleeping wife. And I hug her to me. Her back, pressed to my chest. I can usually hear her breath changing when this wakes her up and I can see her cheek rise when she smiles. She knows what's coming and generally looks forward to it."

"And I kiss her on the back of the head and I bury my face in her hair and I say, 'My Darling Wife, I just want to thank you, again, for choosing me to be your lover, all those many years ago. You could've chosen to share your young, perfect, spectacular breasts with someone else. And you chose to share them with me.' And to show her I mean business, I lovingly cup them and if my flesh is willing, take her, right then and there."

"They were that good. Just perfect. Worth thanking her for, every morning since she first showed them to me. You shoulda seen 'em. Hoo Lordy. What a sight!"

"But your idea about buying flowers for your lady, will probably work too."